Laffy Taffy lyrics - D4L
That laffy taffy (candy girl)
[Chorus:]
Girl shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Girl shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
That laffy taffy (candy girl)
That laffy taffy
I'm looking fa Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)
'cause you so thick
Girls call me Jolly Rancher (Oh)
'cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my god!)
Girl this ain't no dance floor
this a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got more dro
I pop, I roll
It's soft I know
It's the summer time
But your laffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo? (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You're a star and it shows
(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Chorus 2x]
Cum on trick, cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocolate
I like the way you break it down
Waddle, stop you watching me
Laffy taffy I'm likin' this
Big old ass you shaking bitch
Close your mouth and don't say shit
Bend on over and hit a split
Work that pole and work it well
Stacks on deck, your ankles swell
Girl let me touch you
I will never tell
Security guard don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched that hoe
All the money just hit the floor
D4L I'm ready to go
hoe can't even shake no more
They tired out
Let's ride out
bitch you wanna go
then she can go
She get in my car
I ain't playing no more
Start moving on my Faybo
bitch she probably already know
Let me see that laffy taffy
(dun dun dunt)
[Chorus 2x]
Say baby girl
A what you gonna do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna pour on you
Just keep that ass shaking
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a player
And sip that grey goose
Feelin' all loose
'cause girl you're on your job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stilettos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water whores (candy girl)
Got me goin' in my pocket
Pullin' out more dough
Let the waitress know I need to order
Five hundred more
You best believe later on we headed 2 the more
So gone and pack them bags
And let's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on your fine ass
At the front door
Girl you don't know
I'm gonna toss the laffy taffy
Toss it flip it and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it
[Chorus 2x]
[Chorus:]
Girl shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Girl shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
That laffy taffy (candy girl)
That laffy taffy
I'm looking fa Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt) (oh)
'cause you so thick
Girls call me Jolly Rancher (Oh)
'cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my god!)
Girl this ain't no dance floor
this a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got more dro
I pop, I roll
It's soft I know
It's the summer time
But your laffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo? (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You're a star and it shows
(What's happening? What's up? What's up? Let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Chorus 2x]
Cum on trick, cum on trick
Here go Mr. Chocolate
I like the way you break it down
Waddle, stop you watching me
Laffy taffy I'm likin' this
Big old ass you shaking bitch
Close your mouth and don't say shit
Bend on over and hit a split
Work that pole and work it well
Stacks on deck, your ankles swell
Girl let me touch you
I will never tell
Security guard don't scare nobody
Damn right I touched that hoe
All the money just hit the floor
D4L I'm ready to go
hoe can't even shake no more
They tired out
Let's ride out
bitch you wanna go
then she can go
She get in my car
I ain't playing no more
Start moving on my Faybo
bitch she probably already know
Let me see that laffy taffy
(dun dun dunt)
[Chorus 2x]
Say baby girl
A what you gonna do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna pour on you
Just keep that ass shaking
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a player
And sip that grey goose
Feelin' all loose
'cause girl you're on your job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stilettos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water whores (candy girl)
Got me goin' in my pocket
Pullin' out more dough
Let the waitress know I need to order
Five hundred more
You best believe later on we headed 2 the more
So gone and pack them bags
And let's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on your fine ass
At the front door
Girl you don't know
I'm gonna toss the laffy taffy
Toss it flip it and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it
[Chorus 2x]
What Can U Do lyrics - D4L
[Intro]
hey world, I can do it too
D4L, I can do it too
Bankhead, I can do it too
ATL, I can do it too
[Hook]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
[Fa-bo]
I can do it wit no hands, I can stand on one toe
I can lean wit it, rock wit it, bitch I'm Fa-bo
you don't wanna see fo'-fo'
don't test D4L, whole Bankhead we ready to go
when real killas at yo do', give up tha blow, Mook-B
I was born in mackin', live it, at times shawty was low
in tha 'hood, I was tha mark, and I stunt cuz I smoke 'dro
what can you do, I can do it too
get loose, pop 1, pop 2
I'm still goin', you through
what's happenin', what's up, I need grey goose off in my cup
and da geek just kicked in, can you do it like a truck
I gotta see my doctor, cuz it's hard on tha battlefield
dat's why I keep my black shield, cuz God say don't kill
but know dat we real when we come through
got to scope in my demon to hunt you
got a plot and a scheme to confront you
swung on tha big money, gotta 1, 2
all my niggas on tha block gon' roll
all my niggas on tha block gon' smoke
strap-up, Stuntman, let's go
we're deep, we're deep, oh, oh , oh
[Hook (x2)]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
[Verse 2]
what-eva you do, I can do, bet y'all niggas can't stunt like me
Hollywood Courts, nigga dat's so true, ain't no tellin' what tha stunt might do
whole car built wit big ole rims, now I got 'em lookin' like
neva seen a Dodge Magnum wit emory in tha head lights
damn right, I buy real good
trap dat good in my neighborhood
cross my heart and hope to die
oh my Lord, stay mack, so fly
why ask why, D4L, we'll neva die, fa real though
still got a house on tha hill, ho
whateva y'all did, we can do it folk
[Hook (x2)]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
[Mook-B]
flip day yay, sell dem ps, I can do it too
you can buy dat pussy, and spoil dat ho, I'ma leave dat shit to you
you keep it real, stay sucka free, I do tha same, too
I rep dat Barn-Holms, nigga ask about Mook
you hatin' on D4L, nigga, muthafuck you
dat's why yo gurl, and yo kid's love tha whole crew
we keep dem hits bangin', like we rockin' red and blue
trill gangsta niggas, dat ain't scared to damn shoot, hey
[Hook (x2)]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
hey world, I can do it too
D4L, I can do it too
Bankhead, I can do it too
ATL, I can do it too
[Hook]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
[Fa-bo]
I can do it wit no hands, I can stand on one toe
I can lean wit it, rock wit it, bitch I'm Fa-bo
you don't wanna see fo'-fo'
don't test D4L, whole Bankhead we ready to go
when real killas at yo do', give up tha blow, Mook-B
I was born in mackin', live it, at times shawty was low
in tha 'hood, I was tha mark, and I stunt cuz I smoke 'dro
what can you do, I can do it too
get loose, pop 1, pop 2
I'm still goin', you through
what's happenin', what's up, I need grey goose off in my cup
and da geek just kicked in, can you do it like a truck
I gotta see my doctor, cuz it's hard on tha battlefield
dat's why I keep my black shield, cuz God say don't kill
but know dat we real when we come through
got to scope in my demon to hunt you
got a plot and a scheme to confront you
swung on tha big money, gotta 1, 2
all my niggas on tha block gon' roll
all my niggas on tha block gon' smoke
strap-up, Stuntman, let's go
we're deep, we're deep, oh, oh , oh
[Hook (x2)]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
[Verse 2]
what-eva you do, I can do, bet y'all niggas can't stunt like me
Hollywood Courts, nigga dat's so true, ain't no tellin' what tha stunt might do
whole car built wit big ole rims, now I got 'em lookin' like
neva seen a Dodge Magnum wit emory in tha head lights
damn right, I buy real good
trap dat good in my neighborhood
cross my heart and hope to die
oh my Lord, stay mack, so fly
why ask why, D4L, we'll neva die, fa real though
still got a house on tha hill, ho
whateva y'all did, we can do it folk
[Hook (x2)]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
[Mook-B]
flip day yay, sell dem ps, I can do it too
you can buy dat pussy, and spoil dat ho, I'ma leave dat shit to you
you keep it real, stay sucka free, I do tha same, too
I rep dat Barn-Holms, nigga ask about Mook
you hatin' on D4L, nigga, muthafuck you
dat's why yo gurl, and yo kid's love tha whole crew
we keep dem hits bangin', like we rockin' red and blue
trill gangsta niggas, dat ain't scared to damn shoot, hey
[Hook (x2)]
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
what can you do (oh), I can do it too (oh)
Stuntman lyrics - D4L
[D4L talking in the beginning]
Ha Ha
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
[Verse 1:]
Bitch I'm tha stuntman and I got dough man
Got so much ice they call me tha ice man
Wanna talk pro man
sumthin You don't know man
bitch I'm movin' bricks long way from a 4 man (ha-ha)
Even be tha droe man
Nawl I'on smoke man
Tryna see it big in tha stop to kick doors man
Stack fa da show man
20 grand oh man
Even got my own gear wit stoney on tha clothes man
Sixes not four man
Platinum not dough man
D4L big on tha all rose gold van
Haters don't understand
I'm not tryin to be tha man
I wasn't born wit a silver spoon
But bitch I'm tha stunt man
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
[Verse 2:]
Had real big dreams since I was young to be tha stuntman
2 kids and a wifey with anything I want man
How to be a superstar
How to drive the finest cars
Son ain't nun but seven years old and already got a car
? Is good too
coped her a cellphone
never turn on my crew
D4L we made it home
We stay in tha trap
Tryna get that money up
So ? gone stunt
Cuz he got mega bucks
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
[Verse 3:]
I got money man I got money man
So in tha club I'm throwin' money man
(Damn right)
They try to stop me but stuntman gone still shine
And these diamonds in my necklace they gone still shine
(bling)
Dem niggas hate but this boy ridin' 26's
AC blowin' with tha crew pullin' plenty bitches
Hang low but I'm still poppin' rubberbands
(What's your name??)
Bitch I'm tha stuntman
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
Ha Ha
Ha Ha
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
[Verse 1:]
Bitch I'm tha stuntman and I got dough man
Got so much ice they call me tha ice man
Wanna talk pro man
sumthin You don't know man
bitch I'm movin' bricks long way from a 4 man (ha-ha)
Even be tha droe man
Nawl I'on smoke man
Tryna see it big in tha stop to kick doors man
Stack fa da show man
20 grand oh man
Even got my own gear wit stoney on tha clothes man
Sixes not four man
Platinum not dough man
D4L big on tha all rose gold van
Haters don't understand
I'm not tryin to be tha man
I wasn't born wit a silver spoon
But bitch I'm tha stunt man
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
[Verse 2:]
Had real big dreams since I was young to be tha stuntman
2 kids and a wifey with anything I want man
How to be a superstar
How to drive the finest cars
Son ain't nun but seven years old and already got a car
? Is good too
coped her a cellphone
never turn on my crew
D4L we made it home
We stay in tha trap
Tryna get that money up
So ? gone stunt
Cuz he got mega bucks
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
[Verse 3:]
I got money man I got money man
So in tha club I'm throwin' money man
(Damn right)
They try to stop me but stuntman gone still shine
And these diamonds in my necklace they gone still shine
(bling)
Dem niggas hate but this boy ridin' 26's
AC blowin' with tha crew pullin' plenty bitches
Hang low but I'm still poppin' rubberbands
(What's your name??)
Bitch I'm tha stuntman
[Chorus:]
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
I got money man I got money man (Stuntman)
Ha Ha
Do It Like Me Baby lyrics - D4L
[Chorus:]
Do it like me baby
Lean wit' me rock wit' me from side to side
Snap yo' fingers do it do it do it
[2x]
[Verse 1:]
Do it like me
on the dance floor
so icy
I rock cangos
yeah I need help I'm a nimpho
k-rab arab set the tempo
for the streets for the best for the thugs
for the girl getting loose in the club
bring it back don't act like that
D4L and K-rab got stacks ask Dizzm Ask Loe
Ask Mou, Stuntman and Fabull
yeah I'm down wit the beat for tha street
DJ Pooh do it like me
West side zone 4, zone 3, 107.9 and V103
Made them shake their Laffy Taffy
Told them do it like me
Rock harder DJ from the L.O.E.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 2:]
Some really don't dance but I think I can
I'm a lean one time I'ma pop my hands
I'ma do it do it do it do it on the floor
Do it so long 'til my legs get sore
See this girl in front of me she rocking her hips and moving her knees
oh shit there she go
She dancing all fast looking like Fabull
I was just playing I don't really think so get back home said I don't want no mo'
She said so
I said no
Baby I'm gone off to much dro pop that pill and I pop 2 mo' now I'm really geeked up on that floor I'ma
lean wit' it wit' stacks wit it D4L the best dub did it
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3:]
Oh No check this out right here
D4L put it down bitch this year
Put the clique up, gotta keep it so trill
Poppin' that bottom spend a hundr'd dolla' bill
Finished last shot a true streetwear appeal
Lay it on the line now I see what the deal
Yeah
I know you wanna get with this here
The way you shaking ass tryin' to keep a playa near
But I'ma just lean
Left to tha right
On tha dance floor doing dance all night
Nigga so cool I ain't worried 'bout no fight
I rule too deep
I want some pussy and a mic
We got them motherfucking 2's on site
My bitch hit shawtay 'n' try to get right
Jus' look at bankhead they feeling so nice
Don't hate shit nigga
Take 5
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 4: (Fabo)]
Do it like ya crazy how ya want it I'll do it slow
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Lean wit it rock wit it
bear ons Bankhead go
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Fo' da old folks, po' folks
What's in the drawer pro
You don't really want none
'Cause it ain't...
No baby girl whatcha got in that trunk?
Get Loose
Get Low
I'm gon' get it get it
I pop, I roll
(They can't feel me)
(They can't feel me)
[Chorus (2x)]
Do it like me baby
Lean wit' me rock wit' me from side to side
Snap yo' fingers do it do it do it
[2x]
[Verse 1:]
Do it like me
on the dance floor
so icy
I rock cangos
yeah I need help I'm a nimpho
k-rab arab set the tempo
for the streets for the best for the thugs
for the girl getting loose in the club
bring it back don't act like that
D4L and K-rab got stacks ask Dizzm Ask Loe
Ask Mou, Stuntman and Fabull
yeah I'm down wit the beat for tha street
DJ Pooh do it like me
West side zone 4, zone 3, 107.9 and V103
Made them shake their Laffy Taffy
Told them do it like me
Rock harder DJ from the L.O.E.
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 2:]
Some really don't dance but I think I can
I'm a lean one time I'ma pop my hands
I'ma do it do it do it do it on the floor
Do it so long 'til my legs get sore
See this girl in front of me she rocking her hips and moving her knees
oh shit there she go
She dancing all fast looking like Fabull
I was just playing I don't really think so get back home said I don't want no mo'
She said so
I said no
Baby I'm gone off to much dro pop that pill and I pop 2 mo' now I'm really geeked up on that floor I'ma
lean wit' it wit' stacks wit it D4L the best dub did it
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 3:]
Oh No check this out right here
D4L put it down bitch this year
Put the clique up, gotta keep it so trill
Poppin' that bottom spend a hundr'd dolla' bill
Finished last shot a true streetwear appeal
Lay it on the line now I see what the deal
Yeah
I know you wanna get with this here
The way you shaking ass tryin' to keep a playa near
But I'ma just lean
Left to tha right
On tha dance floor doing dance all night
Nigga so cool I ain't worried 'bout no fight
I rule too deep
I want some pussy and a mic
We got them motherfucking 2's on site
My bitch hit shawtay 'n' try to get right
Jus' look at bankhead they feeling so nice
Don't hate shit nigga
Take 5
[Chorus (2x)]
[Verse 4: (Fabo)]
Do it like ya crazy how ya want it I'll do it slow
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Lean wit it rock wit it
bear ons Bankhead go
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Go Fabo go Fabo go
Fo' da old folks, po' folks
What's in the drawer pro
You don't really want none
'Cause it ain't...
No baby girl whatcha got in that trunk?
Get Loose
Get Low
I'm gon' get it get it
I pop, I roll
(They can't feel me)
(They can't feel me)
[Chorus (2x)]
Front Street lyrics - D4L
[Mookie B]
Bankhead we ain't neva scared you heard what lil mark said D4L put it down radio gotta play it
still on that front street f*** wit dem young g's Cicero Martin Luther King Bankhead boys they down wit me
Harris home still my home county boys got them toys ya'll M*** F***
cant pull my card Im mookie b the dop e mate papa chasin weildin it grab da mike and keep that M*** F***
S*** crunk
[Chorus]
Front Street Woah [6x]
woah woah woah
[Stuntman]
Big Trucks Big Bucks stuntman stay flexed up ice on my wrist to my M*** F*** Neck up Ya'll
N*** Aint neva heard ov me like that song called S*** Me aint to fly for akey dont make me give that
price to me hit me on my cell fone 44368 posted on that front get there check and dont be late Label me
tha bad guy cash floa it mutiply neva seen so much money in my bank stacked so Hi
[Chorus]
[Fabo]
Thats front street wo get geeked like O like stunt aint got no rep give em 2 dollas fabo i can pop
like lo make ya bend ya nees till ya hips go next time you think first befo you run yo lip (o)
i was born evangelist see bankhead aint havin this we got the trap locked down yall freshly rapin it
2 35s on that new rov oh suka you will die when that front street woah i pop i roll beat at the trap
doah and a hundre D4L fans runin thru that back doah (Woah) (woah) he'll do it now (Woah) (Woah) she'll Do
It Now
[Chorus]
Swereve like this thru that front street woah Range rov 24s wit a poket full ov dough Im lo Girl Im lo
let em know thow a bow oh no D4L dun walked thru da doah and we high off dro knokin hatas to tha flow
make a way to tha bar for tha cris and tha mo Fabo geeked up do ya dance on em' he done popped anotha
spree well spinnin like O like woah N**** spinnin like woah, Like woah N*** spinnin like woah
[Chorus]
Bankhead we ain't neva scared you heard what lil mark said D4L put it down radio gotta play it
still on that front street f*** wit dem young g's Cicero Martin Luther King Bankhead boys they down wit me
Harris home still my home county boys got them toys ya'll M*** F***
cant pull my card Im mookie b the dop e mate papa chasin weildin it grab da mike and keep that M*** F***
S*** crunk
[Chorus]
Front Street Woah [6x]
woah woah woah
[Stuntman]
Big Trucks Big Bucks stuntman stay flexed up ice on my wrist to my M*** F*** Neck up Ya'll
N*** Aint neva heard ov me like that song called S*** Me aint to fly for akey dont make me give that
price to me hit me on my cell fone 44368 posted on that front get there check and dont be late Label me
tha bad guy cash floa it mutiply neva seen so much money in my bank stacked so Hi
[Chorus]
[Fabo]
Thats front street wo get geeked like O like stunt aint got no rep give em 2 dollas fabo i can pop
like lo make ya bend ya nees till ya hips go next time you think first befo you run yo lip (o)
i was born evangelist see bankhead aint havin this we got the trap locked down yall freshly rapin it
2 35s on that new rov oh suka you will die when that front street woah i pop i roll beat at the trap
doah and a hundre D4L fans runin thru that back doah (Woah) (woah) he'll do it now (Woah) (Woah) she'll Do
It Now
[Chorus]
Swereve like this thru that front street woah Range rov 24s wit a poket full ov dough Im lo Girl Im lo
let em know thow a bow oh no D4L dun walked thru da doah and we high off dro knokin hatas to tha flow
make a way to tha bar for tha cris and tha mo Fabo geeked up do ya dance on em' he done popped anotha
spree well spinnin like O like woah N**** spinnin like woah, Like woah N*** spinnin like woah
[Chorus]
Scotty lyrics - D4L
I've gotta see my doctor..Scotty's calling me..Scotty beam me up
I'm in the zone I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm geeked up [x8]
I'm geeked up and I cant see and all the walls keep looking at me
I tell myself theres nothing wrong but I cant stop gritting my teeth
I can't sleep I can't eat I just geek I just geek
and I know I cant take one so why not three shake it deep
I cant help the way I feel when I geek I keep it real
in the hood I keep my steel
try to blow my high you will get killed
cause it's real bankhead real fabo,
broad daylight, don't keep shit low
roll my blunt right in front of po po
fuck them hoes the can blame it on the 'dro
I'm in the zone
I've gotta see my doctor..Scotty's calling me..Scotty beam me up
I'm in the zone I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm geeked up [x8]
Star trek Star trek, Scotty don't wanna give a star back
I'm in the zone and I bought me a star gack
and I'm really geeked up thats a star fact
I'm starting to see space ships on bankhead
I roll with gangsters pill poppers and dank heads
I got partners like, Worm, Lil' Boom, Buddy And Famous
I got sistas like Yasmine, Chocolate, Porcha, they dangerous
I fly like blaze when I'm burning purp
real powder heads we burning hurt
geek music I'm earning turf
while your footballs soft like nerf
I'm in the zone
I've gotta see my doctor..Scotty's calling me..Scotty beam me up
I'm in the zone I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm geeked up [x8]
I'm in the zone I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm geeked up [x8]
I'm geeked up and I cant see and all the walls keep looking at me
I tell myself theres nothing wrong but I cant stop gritting my teeth
I can't sleep I can't eat I just geek I just geek
and I know I cant take one so why not three shake it deep
I cant help the way I feel when I geek I keep it real
in the hood I keep my steel
try to blow my high you will get killed
cause it's real bankhead real fabo,
broad daylight, don't keep shit low
roll my blunt right in front of po po
fuck them hoes the can blame it on the 'dro
I'm in the zone
I've gotta see my doctor..Scotty's calling me..Scotty beam me up
I'm in the zone I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm geeked up [x8]
Star trek Star trek, Scotty don't wanna give a star back
I'm in the zone and I bought me a star gack
and I'm really geeked up thats a star fact
I'm starting to see space ships on bankhead
I roll with gangsters pill poppers and dank heads
I got partners like, Worm, Lil' Boom, Buddy And Famous
I got sistas like Yasmine, Chocolate, Porcha, they dangerous
I fly like blaze when I'm burning purp
real powder heads we burning hurt
geek music I'm earning turf
while your footballs soft like nerf
I'm in the zone
I've gotta see my doctor..Scotty's calling me..Scotty beam me up
I'm in the zone I wanna fly morning, noon, and night
I'm geeked up [x8]
Betcha Can't Do It Like Me lyrics - D4L
Fucking thieves
We D4L
And we back
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
Prince O in the house and we represent da south
And I got to let em know before I came to ride we
Can buck it ain't nuthn but da pimpin inside she can
Go wen we get cut they can watch me roll anybody
Buck betta lock and load ain't goin to the truck betta watch
Dat hoe if she knuck if ahe buck she can hit em wit a fo
O betcha stand on one toe wit your arms in the air
Imitate faybo stop drop roll pop one time lean
Back sprewell and pop one mo o I betcha can't get
Like me roll a blunt and take a hit like me step in the club
And pull a bitch like me and spit like hell he swear he
Like me
I betcha can't do it like me I'm tipsy off coke and Hennessey
When I walk in you'll hataz envy me d4l you know who
We be da first street in 2003 2004 its all bout me I'm
Gon spray so you'll force can see watch me do it it's so
Easy first you get real low bounce on your toes snap
Yo finger make your arm roll hit da floor do da fabull
Keep it crazy and scream out o I'm tired of giving you'll
Suckers game for free next time wen I pull out my cd
Bet you can't touch 22 g's I bet you can't do my dance
Like me no
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
All we do is represent d4l can't see this stand out them
ghetto hits dat team spittn out lyrics talkn slick gon get
Yo ass hit choppa wit it get you quick splaka splake duck
Trick I betcha can't work da street like dis flip a p and get
Up quick broke down geetin dimes and nicks hit the club
So fresh real quick hit da flo do my dance like this
Nope stopped and walked in the door with a box of blunts
And an ounce of da dro wit a bag of dem sprees and you
Know I'm spendin like whoa I knock a hata to the flo ask
Carlos ask fabull ask lamar and mo b and Frank ske they
Already know nope I ain't really playin wit dem crows ak
Start sprayin I ain't layin wit em tho I can't em in da hood
And hit em wit a fo do my dance on em whoa
Nope I btcha can't do it like a g grab a tee and wipe da feet
Like me ain't gotta do it rite but they still wanna see and
They all wonder why they can't do it like me
Nope but I can do it like me shake the lid and get to it like me
Coa coa brother you like me make em dance and get krunk like me
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
They know I'm low I'm ceo got stacks on deck I pop I roll
The cars the clothes the life I know the hard the soft the
Dro that's all it's time that I shine it's d4l on my grand mama
Partna all hatas go to hell I can't stand drama shawty I don't say
No stories I can't tell I betcha can't do it like me break no bank
Every tome they try they fail c'mon
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
Nope
Nope
Nope
Nope
Nope
Nope
We D4L
And we back
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
Prince O in the house and we represent da south
And I got to let em know before I came to ride we
Can buck it ain't nuthn but da pimpin inside she can
Go wen we get cut they can watch me roll anybody
Buck betta lock and load ain't goin to the truck betta watch
Dat hoe if she knuck if ahe buck she can hit em wit a fo
O betcha stand on one toe wit your arms in the air
Imitate faybo stop drop roll pop one time lean
Back sprewell and pop one mo o I betcha can't get
Like me roll a blunt and take a hit like me step in the club
And pull a bitch like me and spit like hell he swear he
Like me
I betcha can't do it like me I'm tipsy off coke and Hennessey
When I walk in you'll hataz envy me d4l you know who
We be da first street in 2003 2004 its all bout me I'm
Gon spray so you'll force can see watch me do it it's so
Easy first you get real low bounce on your toes snap
Yo finger make your arm roll hit da floor do da fabull
Keep it crazy and scream out o I'm tired of giving you'll
Suckers game for free next time wen I pull out my cd
Bet you can't touch 22 g's I bet you can't do my dance
Like me no
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
All we do is represent d4l can't see this stand out them
ghetto hits dat team spittn out lyrics talkn slick gon get
Yo ass hit choppa wit it get you quick splaka splake duck
Trick I betcha can't work da street like dis flip a p and get
Up quick broke down geetin dimes and nicks hit the club
So fresh real quick hit da flo do my dance like this
Nope stopped and walked in the door with a box of blunts
And an ounce of da dro wit a bag of dem sprees and you
Know I'm spendin like whoa I knock a hata to the flo ask
Carlos ask fabull ask lamar and mo b and Frank ske they
Already know nope I ain't really playin wit dem crows ak
Start sprayin I ain't layin wit em tho I can't em in da hood
And hit em wit a fo do my dance on em whoa
Nope I btcha can't do it like a g grab a tee and wipe da feet
Like me ain't gotta do it rite but they still wanna see and
They all wonder why they can't do it like me
Nope but I can do it like me shake the lid and get to it like me
Coa coa brother you like me make em dance and get krunk like me
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
They know I'm low I'm ceo got stacks on deck I pop I roll
The cars the clothes the life I know the hard the soft the
Dro that's all it's time that I shine it's d4l on my grand mama
Partna all hatas go to hell I can't stand drama shawty I don't say
No stories I can't tell I betcha can't do it like me break no bank
Every tome they try they fail c'mon
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
I betcha can't do it like me (nope)
Nope
Nope
Nope
Nope
Nope
Nope
I'm Da Man lyrics - D4L
Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I
I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend,
I don't knoooooooow, what yall been told. shawty look back up wassup you that's what's hanninnnnnnn
[pause]
You know i keep work, 17 5 same color T shirt that's what hannin
Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I
I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend,
Don't look suprised they can't hold me, i'm like oil base i'm hard to lock up and i hit the west side
made em stand up CEO cornal whatever they call me
Cuz i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm
tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend,
I don't knoooooooow, what yall been told. shawty look back up wassup you that's what's hanninnnnnnn
[pause]
You know i keep work, 17 5 same color T shirt that's what hannin
Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I
I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend,
Don't look suprised they can't hold me, i'm like oil base i'm hard to lock up and i hit the west side
made em stand up CEO cornal whatever they call me
Cuz i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm
tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
Diggin' Me lyrics - D4L
They diggin me' look at everybody diggin me,diggin me.They diggin me, look at everybody diggin me. Look
at everybody diggin me, they diggin me. look at everybody diggin me.
I see ya lookin at me, you wanna know whats happening, Do I want them keys or them keys streamin till
rappin. Till I live that life, now I'm living right, you see this necklace around my neck, filled with so
much ice, and my packets fat, like I got the momps, until you haters come on and try to play me like i'm
a cump, we go them killers on our team and they ready ta dump, I hope you dig that, cause this aint where
its at. Just keep a gangsta up help a player spin up these stacks, cause that beef shit, na you dont want
that. We 50 deep with them twos everywhere we at. So you better check a hole and nigger try and fuck that.
They diggin me, look at everybody diggin me, diggin me.They diggin me,diggin me, diggin me look at
everybodt diggin me, diggin me, they diggin me look at everybody diggin me, diggin me.
One step threw da door, they loadding me, D4L they chasing the ices,
GOT MORE TO GO GET BACK WIT YA AS FAST AS I CAN!
at everybody diggin me, they diggin me. look at everybody diggin me.
I see ya lookin at me, you wanna know whats happening, Do I want them keys or them keys streamin till
rappin. Till I live that life, now I'm living right, you see this necklace around my neck, filled with so
much ice, and my packets fat, like I got the momps, until you haters come on and try to play me like i'm
a cump, we go them killers on our team and they ready ta dump, I hope you dig that, cause this aint where
its at. Just keep a gangsta up help a player spin up these stacks, cause that beef shit, na you dont want
that. We 50 deep with them twos everywhere we at. So you better check a hole and nigger try and fuck that.
They diggin me, look at everybody diggin me, diggin me.They diggin me,diggin me, diggin me look at
everybodt diggin me, diggin me, they diggin me look at everybody diggin me, diggin me.
One step threw da door, they loadding me, D4L they chasing the ices,
GOT MORE TO GO GET BACK WIT YA AS FAST AS I CAN!
Get Real Low lyrics - D4L
[Intro]
You know the niggas that fall when he got hit with that thang
Bend yo knees until your hips go
D4L...Bend your knees until your hips go
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes hit after hit
[Chorus]
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend your knees until your hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on yo toes
Bend ya knees until yo hips go oh
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Ben your knees until your hips go oh
[Verse 1]
I'm still in the club so fresh on the clip
On the flo do my dance like this
Dont get dash and flick fuck with us you really get your ass hit.
Sate playa betta watch your bitch
Everything we make is a hit
Much love to the dj represent
We dont worry bout suckas hatin on it
We got on lock, you can ask yo kids
State to state they know bout it
Original with a simple twist
Project nigga with lyrics
Hood to hood thugs beatin out shit
Strippers in the club make um pay for this.
Dope boys renasay and chris.
D4L we just hit a lick
[Chorus]
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend yo knees until your hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend ya knees until ya hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on ya toes
Bend ya knees until your hips go oh
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend yo knees until your hips go oh
[Repeat]
[Verse 2]
We come in the door with our pill
Lord fogive i know he will
Dont wanna kill but i will
Told that shit for that nigga ta chill
All in the club plan a stray
That aint how we do da day
Turn the afro stop braids
Drankin all the hate away
So dudes ya do what i do
Yall dont want no guns play 45 A K
Make get low anyday
I aint lie i tell da truth man thats a damn fact how he work his hip like that A K sound and broke his back
They know i'm low ben had dough the sex the phat make big cash flow
I'm past up, I'm CEO
Now a dont get it twist it bitch twist it and make ya hip go
Amunition rock along ya maybe see fo
I might come at a ten you never know i'm shortay low
I used to have a big fuckin bitch and i still got a blow,
I make ya get real low bend on your toes and make it go
[Chorus]
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend yo knees until your hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend ya knees until ya hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on ya toes
Bend ya knees until your hips go oh
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend yo knees until your hips go oh
[Repeat]
[Verse 3]
Incredible hulk they drank and patrol
They know they gone bumpin and they take ya along
For girls with 9 22 darricks 2 3 80s a nextel phone
Two on the wall one by the door and the other one doing a dance on the flo
She came from my bottom roll i watch the way she let that clit Go!
Security they know where to go
Shots reign out, everybody low
Nobody movin they waitin fo more
Them D4L girls they outta control
They get real low stand on one toe bite their lip hard beofre they let go
Big back strong got her hands up ohh
[Chorus]
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend yo knees until your hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend ya knees until ya hips go oh
I make ya get real low bounce on ya toes
Bend ya knees until your hips go oh
Make ya get real low bounce on your toes
Bend yo knees until your hips go oh
[Repeat]
Shittin' Me lyrics - D4L
[Chorus]
Uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one
come on [X17]
you shittin me a [X15]
Dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, shittin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,shittin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,shittin me,d4l
aint whats happenin shittin me,cant rap and make this hot track, shittin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,shittin me,o dats real platnium on yo
neck, shittin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, shittin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, shittin me, tellin
me you got dem pe fo 13, shittin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, shittin me, dem spree aint got you ass geeked up, shittin me, talkin u
bout want yo money back partner, shittin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame nigga, shittin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, shittin me,
ther aint nu kills on this side ,shittin me
[Chorus X17]
they talkin bout the stunt broken mutha fuckin shittin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers nigga's will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha
fuckin millions, have my shit stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no fuckin friend of me, damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to
hang around, yall cant even be fin no ten of me ,shittin me d4l is my real click,dem the only nigga's i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a
habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many nigga's
wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, damn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park bitch well buy that, shittin me,
alwayz talkin bout fuckin lintin me get some where, i dont need no broke nigga's round me,
come on
[Chorus X16]
all my gangsta's, all my thugs, they shit on you, you fuck em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,shittin me, thats all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come
fuck wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a bitch ,
you shittin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, bitch,you shittin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real bitch you shittin
me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you shittin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy
thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin shit, we got the hood on lock bitch, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday,
like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo
[Chorus X16]
Uh yeah yeah on dis one right here we goin to lock down the whole world wit dis one
come on [X17]
you shittin me a [X15]
Dem aint edie golds in yo mouth, shittin me,you say you got dem keys and dem peas,shittin me, talkin bout you got dem stacks on deck boy ,shittin me,d4l
aint whats happenin shittin me,cant rap and make this hot track, shittin me,you claming you aint feeing this boy,shittin me,o dats real platnium on yo
neck, shittin me,thinkin that gurl right thurr goin get wit cha boy, shittin me, tiping house you buying her drinks she gon tell you, shittin me, tellin
me you got dem pe fo 13, shittin me,thinkin i'm gone keep takin this shout money, shittin me, dem spree aint got you ass geeked up, shittin me, talkin u
bout want yo money back partner, shittin me, what you thinkin i'm a lame nigga, shittin me, telll them cops on the west side think i'm slow, shittin me,
ther aint nu kills on this side ,shittin me
[Chorus X17]
they talkin bout the stunt broken mutha fuckin shittin me, they call me juicy ten yall suckers nigga's will see,i'ma a made man tyrin to get these mutha
fuckin millions, have my shit stacked up higher than peach street buildins, aint no fuckin friend of me, damn sho aint no ken to me so why yall tyrin to
hang around, yall cant even be fin no ten of me ,shittin me d4l is my real click,dem the only nigga's i trust and i break bread wit, see stunting is a
habbit, ow i got carrots , everytime my necklas hang my fans try to grab it, i wish you would i wish you would, and try to get buck and so many nigga's
wit d4l well tear the club up, and they dreesed in all black, damn right we got stacks,if you want sumtin from the park bitch well buy that, shittin me,
alwayz talkin bout fuckin lintin me get some where, i dont need no broke nigga's round me,
come on
[Chorus X16]
all my gangsta's, all my thugs, they shit on you, you fuck em up, d4l aint all i trust you ,shittin me, thats all my luv, they aint bone enuf to come
fuck wit us, bankhead gone buck wit us, westside gone buck wit us, ATL gone buck wit us,u think fabo aint ready to come out thet door and kill a bitch ,
you shittin me, you think i'm lyin when i say i'm pop by bill, bitch,you shittin me, i lived dirty all my life but u think it aint real bitch you shittin
me, you think i'm playin o wi this steal you shittin me, we stand on corners and cus, we hell to much, we killa wit guts automatic no clutch, proper boy
thats me click, i dont care who you wit d4l runin shit, we got the hood on lock bitch, scot ye lard dats my dog,free blu wat up cuz , in the hood everday,
like a fen on drugs, got that work for the low, weed, pills ,and the drow,seely fat never slow, count my money get sum mo
[Chorus X16]
Game Owe Me lyrics - D4L
[chorus]
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
About 4 o 5 years ago
I made a promise 2 my momma that I would neva sell no mo dope
And tha world so cold
Where tha real die young
And the hate grow old
But they all die slow
I wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes
Bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro
Faybo unleashed a roll at tha do
Tha game old
Speakin of tha game no smoke
I always keep 44
They don’t know tha life I know
From tha dro smoke
New po’smoke
Maybe no smoke
Whether its my folks or ur folks
Never go broke
Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me
With my mind and my heart and my soul
Check out now mook-b
Yall know me
Grabbed tha mike since 93
Hatin ass niggas wouldn’t let me eat
but I kept it real
Stayed true to tha streets
Stayed down
turned up tha frown
Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around
Still in it till tha mothafuckin finish
U can best believe im gonna get me a ticket
The game owe me
Speak money
Paid dues to be a five star G
Worked hard didn’t get shit free
Made a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industry
Suckas weren’t hearin or feelin me
I aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat
Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E hey hey
[chorus]
Hit me now
Most of these boys like hangin round
Smokin yay
Plotin and planin
Thieving my trays for all my manes
Used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte
After I-C-E bo-triple-x drop and heat all nite
We made a pact when I was grindin
U was broke man
Im sellin weight and getting money in tha fat lane
We can pop that gat we can pull that steel we can pull that 12 front gauge
When u had blonde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made
My track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at clay court
5 deep cant get no sleep and constantly mashin on tha hoes
Its D4L mack a therma real feel pimpin
Red snapper fillet mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin
Limos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo
Meter runnin it don’t matter
Cuz in getting mo and mo
The game been good to me
The game still owe’n me
In and out I said
So much blood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good
[chorus]
Game owe me I aint gotta lie
Who says a man aint supposed to cry
Lord aint gon put no more u cant stand
Get on one knee and raise yo hand
2004 my mama got sick
Start them bells all kinds of shit
Wanna ride good wanna look good too
Game owe me I don’t know about u
Believe it
[chorus out]
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
Game owe me
The game owe me
About 4 o 5 years ago
I made a promise 2 my momma that I would neva sell no mo dope
And tha world so cold
Where tha real die young
And the hate grow old
But they all die slow
I wonder how it get so close and its hard 2 focus when ya got bout 4 or 5 hoes
Bout 6 7 pounds of tha dro
Faybo unleashed a roll at tha do
Tha game old
Speakin of tha game no smoke
I always keep 44
They don’t know tha life I know
From tha dro smoke
New po’smoke
Maybe no smoke
Whether its my folks or ur folks
Never go broke
Betta owe six with tha smoke they owe me
With my mind and my heart and my soul
Check out now mook-b
Yall know me
Grabbed tha mike since 93
Hatin ass niggas wouldn’t let me eat
but I kept it real
Stayed true to tha streets
Stayed down
turned up tha frown
Cuz I knew tha game was gonna bounce back around
Still in it till tha mothafuckin finish
U can best believe im gonna get me a ticket
The game owe me
Speak money
Paid dues to be a five star G
Worked hard didn’t get shit free
Made a lot of bitch niggaz in tha industry
Suckas weren’t hearin or feelin me
I aint rappin on tha mothafuckin booty shit beat
Now I got a hit bitch gimmie off E hey hey
[chorus]
Hit me now
Most of these boys like hangin round
Smokin yay
Plotin and planin
Thieving my trays for all my manes
Used to be my gat-man my errand boy my neophyte
After I-C-E bo-triple-x drop and heat all nite
We made a pact when I was grindin
U was broke man
Im sellin weight and getting money in tha fat lane
We can pop that gat we can pull that steel we can pull that 12 front gauge
When u had blonde hair hoops it is and actin bitch made
My track got hot my weight was up bottom matchin at clay court
5 deep cant get no sleep and constantly mashin on tha hoes
Its D4L mack a therma real feel pimpin
Red snapper fillet mignon and eat and barbecue shrimpin
Limos in tha drive way sittin from tha nite befo
Meter runnin it don’t matter
Cuz in getting mo and mo
The game been good to me
The game still owe’n me
In and out I said
So much blood so much sweat so much tear tha game been good
[chorus]
Game owe me I aint gotta lie
Who says a man aint supposed to cry
Lord aint gon put no more u cant stand
Get on one knee and raise yo hand
2004 my mama got sick
Start them bells all kinds of shit
Wanna ride good wanna look good too
Game owe me I don’t know about u
Believe it
[chorus out]
Bobble Head Lyrics - D4L
[Intro]
Here ye! here ye! come one come up!
Come One Come All
And Hail To The All Mighty Bobble Head
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing boboboing boboing boboing
It go boing bobo boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
[Verse 1]
Theres one way in, but no way out i tell bout this girl deep, deep in tha south
Talks real fast wit two golds in her mouth
Walks real slow and her tounge stays out!
I got her in my spot, (what) I got her in my spot (hey!)
I gotta little X i gotta a little pot
Im looking at her breast im looking at her twat (back)
Im looking at her lips and im rubbin on my cock (hooouh!)
Gimmy head oh please just gimmy head, i aint feelin ta beg and i ant breaking bread,
She aint gotta be a nine she aint gotta be a dime she can be a fucking six,
When she show me this trick
Sucky sucky, sucky, sucky sucky lick
Licky licky, licky, she swalowed on my dick
Brought her back in one stroke
Asked her can i do the poke
Turned around and smiled then she noded with her fucking throat
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing boboboing boboing boboing
It go boing bobo boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky (hey, hey hey hey)
[Verse 2]
She got them lips like she sucks and she kiss on on it
That make me want it, long tounge do you like to lick on it gon do the torment
I see make it feel like im in ya then ya do it to a rythm
If a nigga eva would look around for some good head, n thats what she give em.
People respect her when they see her they say
Hey not hoe, cuz they know head n shit is something that she is reall good fo'
And she aint thinking bout a spot, if i say come she go
So i can be smokin n shit n when i puff she blow
I aint know you could do it like you do it
You do i constently sweetn so let me give ya some fluid
The way you suck it, just suck it with pride open up wide
N stuff it in there like ya really love it
Dont touch it if you wont taste it i tell you that if you a teaser
Than that be the last time that youd eva see me
So team if u hear some glurrpin noises on side of the bed then
Ya know where i donne came from like the chorus said
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
[Verse 3]
Escuse me, escuse me, escuse me, i am looking for a bobble
If you is not a bobble then please get of of my house hold,
Mobiles hoes will do what you want do (what)
No deal o well do what you gon do see a bobble aint bad, a bobble something
Good a bobble make you hobble when you walking throught the hood
A bobble make you tell yo niggas they missunderstood, cuz everything she do
For you is oh so very good
A bobble aint scared a bobble aint nervous, a bobble dont spit, a bobble gon slurp it.
Make ya cunstruct yo picture perfect
If you hit her with dough then it probably was worth it
Oh bobbely bobbely, when you doing me properly, with my foot in a thrathely
I be bout to run of of this, oh no no a bobble is not only for cars, a true bobble shines
Anywhere... she's a superstar!
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
Here ye! here ye! come one come up!
Come One Come All
And Hail To The All Mighty Bobble Head
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing boboboing boboing boboing
It go boing bobo boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
[Verse 1]
Theres one way in, but no way out i tell bout this girl deep, deep in tha south
Talks real fast wit two golds in her mouth
Walks real slow and her tounge stays out!
I got her in my spot, (what) I got her in my spot (hey!)
I gotta little X i gotta a little pot
Im looking at her breast im looking at her twat (back)
Im looking at her lips and im rubbin on my cock (hooouh!)
Gimmy head oh please just gimmy head, i aint feelin ta beg and i ant breaking bread,
She aint gotta be a nine she aint gotta be a dime she can be a fucking six,
When she show me this trick
Sucky sucky, sucky, sucky sucky lick
Licky licky, licky, she swalowed on my dick
Brought her back in one stroke
Asked her can i do the poke
Turned around and smiled then she noded with her fucking throat
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing boboboing boboing boboing
It go boing bobo boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky (hey, hey hey hey)
[Verse 2]
She got them lips like she sucks and she kiss on on it
That make me want it, long tounge do you like to lick on it gon do the torment
I see make it feel like im in ya then ya do it to a rythm
If a nigga eva would look around for some good head, n thats what she give em.
People respect her when they see her they say
Hey not hoe, cuz they know head n shit is something that she is reall good fo'
And she aint thinking bout a spot, if i say come she go
So i can be smokin n shit n when i puff she blow
I aint know you could do it like you do it
You do i constently sweetn so let me give ya some fluid
The way you suck it, just suck it with pride open up wide
N stuff it in there like ya really love it
Dont touch it if you wont taste it i tell you that if you a teaser
Than that be the last time that youd eva see me
So team if u hear some glurrpin noises on side of the bed then
Ya know where i donne came from like the chorus said
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
[Verse 3]
Escuse me, escuse me, escuse me, i am looking for a bobble
If you is not a bobble then please get of of my house hold,
Mobiles hoes will do what you want do (what)
No deal o well do what you gon do see a bobble aint bad, a bobble something
Good a bobble make you hobble when you walking throught the hood
A bobble make you tell yo niggas they missunderstood, cuz everything she do
For you is oh so very good
A bobble aint scared a bobble aint nervous, a bobble dont spit, a bobble gon slurp it.
Make ya cunstruct yo picture perfect
If you hit her with dough then it probably was worth it
Oh bobbely bobbely, when you doing me properly, with my foot in a thrathely
I be bout to run of of this, oh no no a bobble is not only for cars, a true bobble shines
Anywhere... she's a superstar!
[Chorus]
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
She's a bobble head
It go boing baba boing baboing baboing
It go boing baba boing boing
Sucky sucky sucky
Laffy Taffy (Remix) lyrics - D4L (feat. Busta Rhymes)
Hey, Hey
Yeah
Hey
Well you know
What
It's Busta Rhymes and D4L in this motherfucker, fo' sho'
The remix, the remix
Ay
Ayo
I heard a couple of niggaz been tryin to take the dance
y'all nigga created from y'all and shit it's funny tho
I rather see that bitches do it
Here we go
[Verse 1]
I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)
Cause you so thick
Girls call me Jolly Rancher
Cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my God!)
Girl this ain't no dance flo'
This a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro'
I wop? I roll
It's all I know
It's the summer time
But yo laffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
Don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
(well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Girl, shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Girl, shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
That laffy taffy (candy girl)
That laffy taffy
[Stoney]
Mr. Chocolate Chocolate lookin for who choppin it
Shake yo laffy taffy and I like the way she droppin it
Big ol ass I see ya ho
Put her in a video xxx flick and we filmed it at the studio
Aww shit there she go, dancin nasty on the flo'
Po' the Grey Goose bottle right up in her booty hole
Ain't neva seen that before look at how she doin it
Leep the camera rollin because she about to start chewin it
[Shawty Lo]
I run the candy store
And I got mo sugah than Trick and Cee-Lo
If ya got a sweet tooth girl I got ya flavor
You can have it yo way either Now or Later
My chico stick is a real Lifesaver
And I feed 'em Lil' Debbies cause I ain't gone cake 'em
It's Lo, Fabo bust a move then stunt
When I came up in the club and you know what we want
[Chorus]
[Mook B]
Say baby girl
Ay what you gon' do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna po' on you
Just keep that ass shakin'
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
And sip that grey goose
Feelin' all loose
Cause girl you on yo job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stilletos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hose (candy girl)
Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough
Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo'
You best believe later on we headed to the mo'
So gone and pack them bags
And let's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on yo fine ass
At the front do'
Girl, you don't know
I'ma toss the laffy taffy
Toss it, flip it, and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it
[Busta Rhymes]
Shawty you can get up in my whip and you can bring a couple of ya friends
Make sure their waist small with a bubble big ol ass
Where they need a lil help just to get in my bed
Where they can spread it wide open and suck on my Lemonhead
Now spread that ass a lil bit more let me get up in the coochie hole
Now how many licks does it take to get up in the center of my Tootsie Roll
Now tell me mami I'm a watch now do ya lil low drop
Come and do it again Charleston Chew up on my Blow Pop
I love 'em thick and stallion and stat niggaz know the answer
Horseback bowlegged bitches like a Jolly Rancher
Said chick come talk to a nigga real quick
Get in my phantom backseat let me give you that Chico Stick
The way I give it to her shorty know that I'm a make it cream
While she be playin with my balls or Boston Baked Beans now
Baby bounce dat ass and shake it all around until it slap me
And show you with a thousand singles shake yo laffy taffy
[Chorus]
Yeah
Hey
Well you know
What
It's Busta Rhymes and D4L in this motherfucker, fo' sho'
The remix, the remix
Ay
Ayo
I heard a couple of niggaz been tryin to take the dance
y'all nigga created from y'all and shit it's funny tho
I rather see that bitches do it
Here we go
[Verse 1]
I'm lookin' for Mrs. Bubble Gum
I'm Mr. Chik-O-Stick
I wanna (dun dun dunt)(oh)
Cause you so thick
Girls call me Jolly Rancher
Cause I stay so hard
You can suck me for a long time
(Oh my God!)
Girl this ain't no dance flo'
This a candy sto'
And I'm really geeked up
And I got mo' dro'
I wop? I roll
It's all I know
It's the summer time
But yo laffy taffy got me froze (oh)
Gone get loose (oh)
Gone get low (oh)
Don't be shy
Hoe I'm Faybo (oh)
I know you wanna ride
You a star and it shows
(well tell 'em, damn whassup, whassup let's go, let's go, let's go)
[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Girl, shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
Girl, shake that laffy taffy
That laffy taffy
That laffy taffy (candy girl)
That laffy taffy
[Stoney]
Mr. Chocolate Chocolate lookin for who choppin it
Shake yo laffy taffy and I like the way she droppin it
Big ol ass I see ya ho
Put her in a video xxx flick and we filmed it at the studio
Aww shit there she go, dancin nasty on the flo'
Po' the Grey Goose bottle right up in her booty hole
Ain't neva seen that before look at how she doin it
Leep the camera rollin because she about to start chewin it
[Shawty Lo]
I run the candy store
And I got mo sugah than Trick and Cee-Lo
If ya got a sweet tooth girl I got ya flavor
You can have it yo way either Now or Later
My chico stick is a real Lifesaver
And I feed 'em Lil' Debbies cause I ain't gone cake 'em
It's Lo, Fabo bust a move then stunt
When I came up in the club and you know what we want
[Chorus]
[Mook B]
Say baby girl
Ay what you gon' do
I got a hundred ones
I wanna po' on you
Just keep that ass shakin'
And I keep tippin' you
While I sit back like a playa
And sip that grey goose
Feelin' all loose
Cause girl you on yo job
You got my dick hard
The way you touch them toes
Workin' them micros
On the stilletos
You made it skeet skeet skeet
Like a water hose (candy girl)
Got me goin' in my pocket pullin' out mo' dough
Let the waitress know I need to order, five hundred mo'
You best believe later on we headed to the mo'
So gone and pack them bags
And let's motherfuckin' go
I'm waitin' on yo fine ass
At the front do'
Girl, you don't know
I'ma toss the laffy taffy
Toss it, flip it, and slap it
Bust a couple of nuts
And get right back at it
[Busta Rhymes]
Shawty you can get up in my whip and you can bring a couple of ya friends
Make sure their waist small with a bubble big ol ass
Where they need a lil help just to get in my bed
Where they can spread it wide open and suck on my Lemonhead
Now spread that ass a lil bit more let me get up in the coochie hole
Now how many licks does it take to get up in the center of my Tootsie Roll
Now tell me mami I'm a watch now do ya lil low drop
Come and do it again Charleston Chew up on my Blow Pop
I love 'em thick and stallion and stat niggaz know the answer
Horseback bowlegged bitches like a Jolly Rancher
Said chick come talk to a nigga real quick
Get in my phantom backseat let me give you that Chico Stick
The way I give it to her shorty know that I'm a make it cream
While she be playin with my balls or Boston Baked Beans now
Baby bounce dat ass and shake it all around until it slap me
And show you with a thousand singles shake yo laffy taffy
[Chorus]
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